September 2003 Page 32
At the age 17, maybe 18, I remember my mom yelling in the night almost before sunrise. She began screaming that Patsy, her sister, was talking to her. My mother at the time (for at least a week or two) had been dealing with a fight to hold on to her own sanity, so we paid no mind to it and tried to calm her down.
The next morning, two of my aunts and my grandmother called to let us know Patsy had passed away in her car on an Oklahoma highway due to a unusual throat collapse.
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